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Loss

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TW DEATH

Aria loved Saturdays. They meant pancakes with extra syrup and her mom's infectious laughter filling the kitchen. But this particular Saturday felt different. She woke to the muffled sounds of voices downstairs—hushed tones that sent a ripple of unease through her sleepy haze.

Curiosity nudged her out of bed and down the carpeted stairs. The familiar scent of coffee and pancakes lingered in the air, but today it was tinged with an undercurrent of tension. Aria tiptoed closer to the kitchen, her fluffy slippers making no sound on the floor.

Peeking around the corner, she froze at the sight of her mom sitting at the table, her usually bright eyes dulled by tears. Aria's dad stood beside her, a hand gently resting on her shoulder, his own face etched with a solemnity she had never seen before.

"Mom? Dad?" Aria's voice trembled as she stepped into the room, clutching her favorite stuffed bunny to her chest.

Both adults turned towards her, their expressions a mix of sorrow and forced reassurance. Her mom managed a weak smile through her tears, beckoning Aria closer with a wavering hand.

"Sweetheart," her mom's voice cracked, "come here."

Aria hurried over, climbing onto her mom's lap as she had done countless times before. She could feel the tremors in her mom's body, the unspoken weight in the air. Something was terribly wrong.

"What's happening, Mommy?" Aria whispered, her heart racing in her chest.

Her mom held her tightly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need to tell you something, my love."

Aria's dad knelt beside them, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Mommy is very sick, Aria. The doctors... they've done everything they can."

Aria's brow furrowed, her mind struggling to grasp the gravity of their words. "But Mommy always gets better," she insisted, her voice tinged with fear.

Her mom's smile wavered, tears streaming down her cheeks unchecked. "Sometimes, sweetie, even mommies can't get better. It's... it's time for you to be brave, okay?"

Aria clutched her bunny tighter, her eyes welling with tears. "But you'll be okay, right, Mommy?"

Her mom pressed a kiss to Aria's forehead, her touch gentle and warm. "I love you more than anything, Aria. Always remember that."

The day passed in a blur of tearful hugs and whispered conversations. Aria refused to leave her mom's side, even as the afternoon sun dipped below the horizon and darkness settled over their home. She held onto her mom as if her embrace could chase away the looming shadow that hung over them.

That night, as Aria lay in bed with her mom sitting beside her, their hands intertwined, the silence was suffocating. Aria listened to the steady rhythm of her mom's breathing, each inhale and exhale a lifeline in the darkness.

But when Aria woke the next morning, the house was eerily quiet. She stumbled down the stairs, the dread tightening in her chest with every step. Her dad was waiting for her in the living room, his eyes red-rimmed and hollow.

Aria ran to him, searching his face for answers she feared to ask. He held her tightly, his voice breaking as he whispered, "Mommy... Mommy is gone, sweetheart."

Her world shattered in that moment. Aria collapsed into her dad's arms, her sobs echoing through the empty house. She clung to him as if he were the last anchor in a stormy sea, her grief overwhelming and raw.

Days turned into weeks, and the once lively house became a haunted shell. Aria moved through the days in a haze, her heart heavy with loss. Her dad, consumed by his own grief, became distant and withdrawn, his words sharp and his touch fleeting.

Aria found herself drifting through the empty rooms, searching for remnants of her mom's presence—a forgotten scarf, a faded photograph, anything that could bring her comfort. But everywhere she turned, there was only silence and emptiness.

In the quiet moments before sleep claimed her, Aria would curl up with her mom's favorite book, her fingers tracing the familiar words as tears blurred the pages. She missed her mom with an ache that seemed to grow deeper with each passing day, her grief a heavy burden she carried alone.

But amidst the darkness, Aria held onto the memories of her mom's laughter, her gentle touch, and the love that had surrounded her like a warm embrace. And though her world had fractured beyond repair, a small flicker of hope remained alive in her heart—a hope that someday, somehow, the pain would ease, and she would find a way to navigate the storm.

But for now, all Aria could do was hold onto her mom's memory, as fragile and precious as a butterfly's wing, and try to find a path through the darkness that had become her new reality.